“Or are you just going to become a humble little butterfly”
It’s just me and little Leroy; always has
The only thing that’s right in hell is the ground
Chained, masked, neck to the boulder
Humble white death, utter-doom-child of all calamity
The insulin, the insulin
The saga in the year of the Horse, dark
Taken, under the ‘Blood-Moon’
But fate was already written
My little Leroy, your pure cosmic soul
Will you transfer through, our tears of ours lives
You are my forever, transfer the data
Leroy The Number One, I love you
Nobody knows our history, it was just you and me
Forever and the after, you will always be my navigator
Little grouch, you; the tug of all irony, the burden of all love
Through you; God, I met
Forever Leroy
God the multi; like ice, water, and air
The story, the story
The blood and fire, the blood and fire
The universe; most nebulous and most abstract
The reverse polarity equilibrium of yourself, you managed to create
And it began, the devil’s story
Why do we all become, one way or another.
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reverse* polarity equilibrium
🙂